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[color=lightgreen][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Grand Vestibule (D2) > Central Hall
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color]N/A
[color=lightgreen][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	What a charming fellow this Lord Ambesire, Madam Envy thought to herself. And such hospitality. However his announcement although quite a bit of a shock, just only confirmed Envy's earlier presumptions, and whatever games they plan to take part in this seems like an obvious deathtrap. One statement, she find rather interesting, pertaining to their earlier casualty. Did she heard him right, could a murderer could be walking amongst them. But if so that adds to the concern, though it would hardly would matter, now that they were technically given the heads up.

	The others have gone their way to their respective interests once the doors have been opened to them. Madam Envy waited just a little until the Grand Vestibule was little by little,  drained of the crowd. Though they were in the verge of obvious doom, part of her artistic and judging side have taken a keen interest in such a grand place. She had visited no more than a few with equally impressive structures, but other than that it seems like she'll be staying here the longest. 

	She glanced at the western part and saw scrumptious treats on the table, though she wasnt particularly feeling peckish at the moment, or afford being betrayed by a tempting slice of cake. Perhaps later, when any of those who nibbled hadn't slumped dead to give the clear of any potential taint. Hence, she moved forward towards the Central Hall, where she joined the other three people there. 

	[color=lightgreen]"From where I'm from, we call that special treatment."[/color] She nonchalantly quips, after hearing the 'golden masked' giant in the room with them. Madam Envy thought to make some idle conversation with her fellows, get a feel of the herd she's grazing with, so to speak. She freely placed her cigarette on the mahogany holder, and lit a match with it. She's aware not everyone is fond of her habit, but she is really not one to care what people thing of it. [color=lightgreen]"And you seem like the type who have that kind of thing figured out."[/color] she turned to the sapphire dressed woman. [color=lightgreen]" Just a mere feeling."[/color] she followed, before taking a sip from her stick.